CHAPTER FIVE
And a long, hard slog it was, the kind of grind that always frustrated and exhausted Alexa. By nightfall, they had gone through hundreds of cases from both judges’ most recent years of service, compiling a list of those who had been released, or those who had connection to organized crime or gangs who might be able to order a hit from prison.
That list was depressingly long, even when they made a priority list of individual who had been tried by both judges. The next step would be to try and narrow those two lists down. Some ex-cons would be living in halfway houses, unable to slip out after dark. Others had to wear locator bracelets. The rest they’d have to eliminate one by one with regular police investigation. At least Marshal Hernandez got the cooperation of the local po
